Track 6 of _Clutching At Straws_ ---
Where do we go from here
They're boarding up the synagogues uzis on a street corner
You can't take a photograph of uzis on a street corner
the DJ resigned today they wouldn't let him have his say
a surface scratched where the needles play uzis on a street corner
Where do we go from here
Terror on the Rue de St. Denis, murder on the peripherie
Someone else in someone else's pocket, Christ knows
I don't know how to stop it
Lay poppies at the Cenotaph, the cynics can't afford
to laugh, I heard in on the telegraph there's uzis
on a street corner
Where do we go from here
The more I see the more I hear the more I find the fewer answers
I close my mind, I shut it out but you know its getting harder
to calm down, to reason out, to come to terms with
what it's all about
I'm uptight, can't sleep at night, I can't pretend everything's
alright. My ideals my sanity, they seem to be
deserting me but to stand up and fight I know
we have six million reasons
They're buring down the synagogues uzis on a street corner
the heralds of the holocaust uzis on a street corner
The silence never louder than now, how quickly we forgot
our vows, this resurrection we can't allow, the uzis
on a street corner
Where do we go from here
We buy fresh bagels from the corner store
Where swastikas are spat from aerosols
I sit in the bar sipping iced white russians
trying to score but nobody's pushing
and everyone looks at everyone's faces
searching for signs and praying for traces
of a conscience in residence, are we sitting on
a barbed wire fence, chasing the clouds home
We place our faith in human rights
In the paper wars that tie the redtape tight
I know that I would rather be out of this conspiracy
In the gulags and internment camps
nameless faces in frozen ranks
I know that they would rather be
standing here besides me chasing the clouds home
We place our faith in human rights
In the paper wars that tie the redtape tight
I know that I would rather be out of this conspiracy
In the gulags and internment camps
nameless faces in frozen ranks
I know that they would rather be
standing here besides me chasing the clouds home
racing the clouds home
You can shut your eyes, you can hide away
it's gonna come back another dady
racing the clouds home
But where do we go from here
(Hilton, Vienna) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK
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